What do you see when you look out your front window in the morning? Usually, I just see a lawn that needs to be mowed, the street, maybe a stray jogger, that sort of thing.
Today was different. Today, I saw nine (that's right, nine) wild turkeys wandering around, pecking aimlessly at whatever food my unkempt yard might have to offer.
"What does this post have to do with poker?" I hear you saying to yourself.
Well, for one thing, your average wild turkey plays better than I do, despite having a brain the size of a walnut (A turkey brain weighs about 7 g (0.25 oz)**). Beyond that, not much. Maybe I just like turkeys.
I took last night off after massively tilting on Wednesday. I signed up for an Omaha/8 SnG, and a guy found a way to angle shoot his way right into my head -- he (probably) faked having a really awful connection and took at least 60 seconds to act every time it was to him. Since he didn't fold, the first four hands took more than twenty minutes. For whatever reason, this really ticked me off, and I dumped my way out as quickly as possible thereafter. I'm pretty sure that he was faking the connection problem, as once he accumulated a stack (courtesy of me) his actions were much faster. I went to sit at a ring game, but fortunately my router saved my (turkey) bacon by dying and the few bucks I have left lived for another day.
Either that session or this morning could be a sign that I should get good and liquored up tonight, but you know, I can't say that I especially enjoy Wild Turkey.
(** Reference: Ebinger, P. and Rohrs, M. Volumetric analysis of brain structures, especially the visual system in wild and domestic turkeys (Meleagris gallopavo), J. Hirnforsch, 36:219-228, 1995.)